In the heart of the invaders' camp, a surge of morale swept through the tents like wildfire.Word spread fast, from the elite encampments to the grunt barracks—Draco Ignis had been crippled.The news, sent through encrypted seals and whispered tongues, originated from Jovial Shadowfen himself.Grins cracked through grimy, bloodstained faces; laughter erupted among ranks too tired to dream.One of Verdantia’s pillars had fallen.But while the lowborn soldiers celebrated around flickering pyres, a very different atmosphere gripped the central war tent.The massive tent stood like a bastion of dread.Reinforced with beasthide and shadowsteel ribs, it pulsed faintly with demonic sigils.Within, the most dangerous men and women of the Stormcaller family, Shadowfen family, and Ironhold Kingdom and others had gathered around a war table engraved with runes of conquest.Jovial Shadowfen, a cloaked in fear and reverence, stood at the head of the table.His dark violet eyes were like frostbitte

The battlefield was a vast, open plain of wetlands, soaked with dew and misty vapors from the dawn that had just passed.The rising sun cast golden hues through the thin fog, reflecting off the shimmering wet grass that carpeted the terrain between the two armies.Despite the presence of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, a heavy silence hung over the field.On either side, formations were set with precise discipline—lines upon lines of warriors ready for war, yet none had moved.No sword drawn. No technique unleashed. Only silence, a breath held before the storm.The air trembled with restrained tension, as if even the wind dared not cross the dividing plain that separated Verdantia's defenders from the invading forces.Birds circled overhead, wary and quiet. The faint scent of rot and iron wafted through the air, remnants of skirmishes past.At the Invaders' SideNear the command line of the invaders' camp, Varian held a long, engraved artifact shaped like a telescope.As he pre

Karn Ironclad unsheathed his katana.The moment the blade left its scabbard, a sharp gleam cut through the morning sun—a silver arc of metal so polished it looked like starlight made solid.As he raised it, crimson aura spilled from the edge like ink in water, rippling violently and lashing out toward the cyan blaze that roared around Oasis Volacris.The clashing auras carved grooves in the air, pressure trembling between them, threatening to collapse."Fascinating... a martial aura of an Awakened is playing tag with an Enlightened’s."The murmurs began, quiet and awed, spreading through the ranks of both armies.Suddenly, Oasis moved.Without wasting a second, he shot forward like a cyan blur, cutting through the space between them.CLING!The sharp clang of metal echoed across the plains as Rudra, his azure blade, met Kurishimi, Karn’s silver katana.Sparks flew. The wetlands quaked.A shockwave erupted from the clash—an invisible quake that vaporized shallow water in an instant.Mu

Jovial’s eyes narrowed with a shadow of fear behind his confident sneer.“This child… he is more than just talented. He is one in millions,” he said gravely, voice weighed with reluctant awe.“He must be killed in this war. If we don’t, we will perish in the future—he is the kind of existence that becomes calamity.”“He has Heaven-defying potential,” another ancestor beside Jovial hissed, veins throbbing under his ancient skin. “Definitly Heavenly defying… and now, even the laws of the world bend before him.”The war table fell into silence.Heavy.Suffocating.All their previous strategies now felt obsolete.Meanwhile, back on the battlefield...Oasis stood calm, his posture relaxed yet exuding quiet menace.“You planning to stay up there all day?” he asked flatly, his voice carrying across the field to Karn, who hovered meters above, his body alight with crimson aura like a blade suspended in the air.Karn stared down, his expression solemn, no longer brimming with many thoughts but

"Mmmh..." Conri mused aloud as he hovered high above the battlefield, his long tousled black hair flowing behind him like a banner of the north wind.His eyes—cold, calculating, and laced with wisdom—scanned the smoking terrain below, where scorched earth and flickering spirit remnants marked the site of Karn's obliteration.“You managed to kill a beginner Enlightened effortlessly... I wonder how vast is the depth of your strength, Oasis.” His lips curled into a subtle smile. “Excellent. Excellent.”A soft wind stirred the sleeves of his robe as his gaze shifted eastward.“And this plains of Springfield... it is far from towns and villages.” A satisfied breath left him.“Wise move, Aurora. You truly are a leader of the people,” he added with an approving glance at Aurora, who stood like a spear of moonlight among the command ranks—her expression stern, yet composed.Then, Conri’s sharp eyes swept across the young masters of Verdantia’s noble families—dozens of them lined in formation,